I don't know what hurts more
That what's been done has been done
Or that I know it hurt you too,
Although a small, selfish part of me does hope
That it did.

I heard that creak in your voice,
And though you didn't stumble
Over any of your words,
I heard your voice change pitch,
Your words squeezing their way
Over that lump in your throat.

I hope you didn't hear me break,
I didn't give you much of a chance to,
But it seemed a bit too loud to me,
When I felt my stomach rupture
As my heart crashed down through my rib cage
Landing with a thud at my feet
Having fallen all the way from the top of my throat
To where it had leapt at the sound of the words
"I don't know if I can do this anymore".

It hurts to know that it's still there,
That a part of you was reluctant to do it,
Though I know it couldn't have lasted much longer anyway,
We were too far apart,
And you were locking yourself in your own head.
So, I guess,
I hope you find a way out.